DRAGON POEM

Dragons, dragons fill the air,

screeching as they rip and tear.

Their wings are powerful,

their breath is hot.

As they leave the ground where we stay,

they go into the air where they scout for prey.

For their wings are powerful,

and their breath is hot.

But my big little dragon Dusty Dan,

rather stay home and lick my mom's cooking pans.

But his wings are powerful,

and his breath is hot.